DUUD: New Moon 1

[GoldenEagle]

If it is decided that we will stay together, then perhaps we should break camp tonight and travel with all haste. I have little love for anyone in particular in either city, but it is good business sense for us to keep both cities thriving

 

[Howling Coyote]

"You've got a point there. Although I'm not going to be a simple caravan guard for long, it still wouldn't be bad if we got couple extra miles tomorrow. "

 

[Jemal]

"Agreed, and I have no desire to meet assasins during my sleep! We should move out."

 

[GoldenEagle]

Tar begins to break his part of camp so that the caravan can begin to move.

Assuming there is a consensus he will begin to move with the camp. Knowing that there are probably assassins already watching, he stays especially alert.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Kaz/Khael ponders for but a second, before seemingly talking to the ground under his breath in a quiet tone. Winter, the albino bat begins to perch on his shoulder as he does so, and a few moments later she unobstrusively melds into the background-flying off in the night.

"Wait a moment." The cleric says simply as he stands passively, waiting for Winter to report back.

(Kaz spoke to the Wraith King who commanded Winter to use her Ring of Chameleon Power, allowing her to make a Hide check with a +40 bonus, she also has a Move Silent bonus of 27, a Spot check of 19 and 120' blindsight, which she uses to search around the perimeter of the camp, straying as far as 200 ft. away, if she finds something, she'll come back immediately.)

(OOC-Yes Thomas Hobbes, consider your character to have Shield of Faith and Cure Moderate Wounds currently prepared, both at 12th caster level)

 

[trimeulose]

Jacob and Dennis give a nod to Scy and begin to head out. They give an air as if scouting.

A tiger wanders into camp, this is the first you have seen of Scy's animal companion, but he has talked of him often, and tigers are not exactly a common sight around here. Kraog moves into attack and finds himself held in a pattern of pure will. He soon realizes that what the tiger is and resumes packing up his bed roll.

The fighters do something to their tent and have it packed away in seconds while everyone else seems to be rolling up bed rolls. They have all their gear stored on their bed rolls quickly (obvioulsy they have had practice). Duan shoulders his backpack and seems ready to go as with the rest of the group.

Scy packs his things hastily and trys to get benny or ben or ban or whatever his tiger's name is help. His bed roll is atop the wagon and he tries to enlist Alexanders help (who uses no sleeping materials) to pack up Jacob and Dennis' things.

Alexander dodges Silent Wind's urngings and makes out to the rear. He of course is using his backtracking as an excuse to get away from the party.

Eventually, Duan and the fighters mosey over and help with the rangers things. As soon as they are finished Scy gets in his seat on the wagon and heads out oblivious to whether you are coming. Obviously he expects it, but he does not acknowledge it.

Kraog makes for the ale, before he realizes the wagon is moving.

Peter Has his roll up on his saddle, but he turns to the group, "So I take it we are continueing to Suzail? Because if we were going to Waterdeep our best bet would be to head northwest instead of just north."

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Kaz takes a moment to wait for Winter's report.

(Did Winter find anything from my last post?)

 

[GoldenEagle]

With the air of a professional (undaunted by the possibility of two major cities being destroyed that is) Tar looks to Kaz. "To Suzail, we'll send word to Waterdeep."

GE

OOC: Can someone send a sending spell to our contact in Waterdeep?

 

[trimeulose]

So far winter has yet to return, but it has not been long since she left.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Lorrin quietly packs up, putting his belongings in his rucksack. He glances around constantly, keeping an eye out for an attack from without or from within. The problem with the sort of people I run into doing jobs like this he thinks, throwing his bag over his shoulder, is that you can't trust any of them farther than you can throw them. He looks around. That is, that you can throw them after drinking three vials of wyvern poison. He walks slowly towards Khael, giving the man a slight nod and then sliding his helmet over his bald head and checking his flail at his side. Onward to Suzail.